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Yang Chenyan had never been an early riser, and lack of sleep made his mood extremely unpleasant.
He watched the servant about to go upstairs to call someone, impatiently saying, “Forget it, don’t call him. If he wants to starve himself, let him starve.”
Who cared whether a dying person ate or not?
His second brother seemed to be suffering from some serious illness.
Waking him up so early just to make him call the worthless elder brother’s lover down for breakfast?
Nonsense!
If he wanted to eat, then eat; if not, let him be.
He didn’t believe anyone could starve themselves to death. Besides, if one would die anyway, did it matter when they died?
Moreover, if Yu Qing wanted to starve himself to accompany his useless elder brother in death, Yang Chenyan wouldn’t even bother giving him a second look.
The servant trembled upon hearing Yang Chenyan’s words, immediately stopped in their tracks, and cautiously retreated to the side.
Not even daring to breathe audibly.
This posture clearly indicated an intense fear of the Third Young Master.
After saying this, Yang Chenyan picked up his utensils, wearing a displeased expression, and started eating.
Ordinary people would refrain from eating food they didn’t like.
But Yang Chenyan was different; he seemed to dislike the entire table of delicacies. He ate as if he was forcing down something distasteful, yet he didn’t stop. He mechanically consumed the food, his face displaying strong disgust and impatience.
Even if he suddenly flipped the table while eating, it probably wouldn’t surprise anyone, given his expression.
The servant stood on the side, trembling, and dared not look at Yang Chenyan.
The players exchanged glances, confirming that the Third Young Master did indeed have a somewhat difficult temper, as the servant had described.
The description was an understatement; his temper was not just somewhat difficult but downright atrocious.
The player with a crew cut gave a signal to the new player in a black T-shirt sitting across from him.
Receiving the signal, the new player hesitated for a moment, then looked towards Yang Chenyan and cautiously spoke, “Third Young Master, hello, I...”
After the new player spoke, Yang Chenyan’s sharp gaze focused on him, as if a suppressed anger had been ignited. In a cold and impatient tone, he said, “If you’re not eating, then get out.”
Yang Chenyan’s tone wasn’t just cold; his voice also intensified uncontrollably .
Moreover, the way Yang Chenyan looked at the new player was cold, as if he were looking at a dead person.
The nearby servants trembled slightly at the sight, but no one dared to step forward to explain. Some stood still, afraid.
Other players were startled, immediately lowering their heads to avoid his gaze when Yang Chenyan looked their way.
The dungeon instances were fraught with danger, and critical information or hints were generally not directly provided.
Most death conditions needed players to search for and explore on their own.
Especially when the game rules were not clear at the beginning, it was easiest to inadvertently trigger death conditions.
Especially when violating the rules regarding crucial NPCs, which often meant death.
Veteran players knew this but usually wouldn’t warn new players. After all, someone had to violate the death conditions for other players to understand the rules.
For example, in this instance, whether one could speak during meals was unclear.
Yang Chenyan’s tone was extremely severe, and the player he scolded turned pale, shrinking in the chair and dared not speak again.
Yang Chenyan, with a displeased expression, snorted, put down his chopsticks impatiently, and said, “It’s annoying. Get him out.”
The force with which Yang Chenyan put down the chopsticks wasn’t small, and there was a significant sound when the chopsticks collided with the tableware, making people’s scalps tingle.
The servant, after hearing Yang Chenyan’s words, immediately took a step forward, pulling the player who spoke, intending to drag him out.
The new player’s face turned even paler, eyes filled with fear and terror. He looked for help from the player with a crew cut who had gestured to him earlier.
The player with a crew cut shook his head, comfortingly looked at the player and raised his chin, indicating that he should follow the servant.
Seeing this, the new player seemed to find his backbone, finally not so afraid anymore. He obediently followed the servant and left the hall.
The dining table fell silent again. This time, no one dared to casually speak.
But no one dared to touch their chopsticks either; they just waited quietly for Yang Chenyan to eat.
They were afraid of triggering death conditions and feared angering this irritable third young master again.
“Ring, ring! Ring, ring!” The sudden ringing of a cellphone broke the silence in the hall.
Players turned their eyes toward Yang Chenyan, realizing that the sound came from him.
They had already tested their phones; there was no signal, and they couldn’t even make emergency calls.
Originally, they thought that the lack of signal on their phones was the issue, but clearly, not everyone’s phones were like that.
Could it be that the instance only restricted players?
Yang Chenyan paused upon hearing the sound and took out his phone from his pocket, speaking in a very harsh tone, “What do you want?”
Whatever was said on the other end, Yang Chenyan’s tone became even worse, “Am I his dad? Do I have to care whether he ate or not?”
A few seconds later, Yang Chenyan bluntly said, “He didn’t eat.”
Yang Chenyan’s face darkened further upon hearing something, and he coldly said, “Yang Chenjin! Who do you think you are? Why should I listen to you!?”
The voice on the other end of the phone was too faint, the table was too large, and the positions of the players and the main seat were too far apart. So even though the players tried hard to listen, they couldn’t hear clearly what was said.
All they knew was that the one making the call was Yang Chenjin, the second young master of the Yang family.
From Yang Chenyan’s words, it seemed like this second young master specifically called to instruct Yang Chenyan to ask someone to eat.
The players exchanged glances. Was it the ‘Yu Qing’ mentioned by Yang Chenyan just now?
Yu Qing was the lover of the eldest young master of the Yang family, as the players had already learned from the servants.
Although the servants had mentioned that none of the Yang family members liked Yu Qing, Yang Chenjin had specifically called to remind Yang Chenyan to make sure the other ate breakfast.
It didn’t seem like all members of Yang family disliked him.
“Alright, alright, I got it.” Yang Chenyan finally impatiently hung up the phone and looked at the servant with a gloomy expression, “Go and get Yu Qing down here for me.”
“Yes, Third Young Master.” The servant, trembling, saluted Yang Chenyan and then went upstairs to the third floor.
After the little girl sat down on a chair, she showed no reaction throughout, not speaking or using her chopsticks. She didn’t even blink her eyes.
She remained quiet, like an exquisite doll.
However, when Yang Chenyan mentioned the name ‘Yu Qing,’ the little girl holding the doll unconsciously tightened her grip.
Many players noticed this.
There were no girls in the main line of the Yang family’s generation, and the collateral branches also did not reside in the main villa.
So, the little girl was unlikely to be from the Yang family.
According to the information they gathered, this little girl should be Shen Baiyue, the fiancée of the eldest son of the Yang family.
Could it be that her reaction to the name Yu Qing was out of anger?
After all, Yu Qing could be considered as the third party stepping into the relationship, so it would be normal for Shen Baiyue to dislike him.
However, since they hadn’t really seen Yu Qing, they couldn’t be sure if that was the case.
